Bred And Breakfast Ch 01

Bred and Breakfast, Ch. 01

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This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by the ancient Goddess Hera has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.

In this chapter, the Hostess of a Bed and Breakfast tends to her first Beastman guest, a roguish Alligator who expects her to provide certain 'services' she'd never expected.

***

Charity Connors smiled brightly as she looked at the large and beautifully crafted wooden sign that had just been installed into her front lawn, feeling no small amount of pride as she read over the text; "Best Stay B&B."

A little less than a year ago, Charity had inherited a sizeable home from her uncle who had passed. With two extra bedrooms besides the master bedroom it was way too much space for Charity and her husband Dillon to inhabit by themselves. So, having received such an unexpected gift, the Connors thought they could put their lovely new home to use by opening up a Bed & Breakfast as a side business. Although Dillon would keep his full-time job, when he first pitched the idea Charity found she was quite excited at the prospect of taking on the role of Hostess.

It'd been about a month since they'd opened for business, and already they'd had a small handful of guests come to stay. All things considered, it was a bit of a slow start, but hey, the couple were still new to the innkeeping business, and all in all things were going well so far. The couple figured they just needed time to get the ball rolling, get the word to spread around, and their business would start to pick up. But neither of the Connors had any clue that news of their little slice of heaven was soon going to spread like wildfire, and that it would almost be entirely thanks to their latest guest. Coincidentally, this guest happened to be the first Beastman they would host... but he wouldn't be anywhere near the last.

***

"Ah hello there! You must be Armand, right?" Dillon greeted pleasantly as he opened the door wide for their guest.

"You would be correct,

Monsieur

." A low, gravelly yet soothingly calm voice rumbled out in reply.

"Well please, do come right in!" Dillon offered, standing clear of the door to invite his guest inside.

The figure lurking behind the doorframe took a heavy step into the quaint house where he'd be making his stay, and although Dillon and Charity already knew what to expect of their guest, they hadn't quite been ready for the sheer presence he would give off. Armand was a massive Alligator, having to stoop just a tiny bit to get through the door and looking like he stood almost two full heads taller than Dillon.

"Welcome to our home, Armand. Feel free to call me Dillon, and this of course is my wife, Charity." Dillon welcomed very cordially, standing proudly beside his wife and holding her around the shoulder.

"We do hope you'll enjoy your stay here." Charity spoke, flashing her guest the brightest smile she could muster.

And it seemed that Armand was responding well to their friendliness, as he returned with his own wide grin... although, he did seem to be giving Charity a particularly interested look, and she'd be lying if she said having those bright yellow eyes looking down on her from so high up didn't leave her feeling just the tiniest bit unnerved.

"

Merci

. I'm sure I'll be quite happy here." The Alligator spoke back.

"Perfect! Then why don't we show you to your room?" Dillon offered as he and Charity turned to lead their guest through their home, the Gator trudging along after them.

The couple led their guest up the stairs and to the first guest bedroom, opening the door and inviting Armand in along with them. The Alligator took a long look around before giving his hosts a very appreciative smile.

"Here we are. Hopefully this is enough space for you to be comfortable." Dillon said.

"Oh this is plenty for me,

Monsieur

Dillon. You and the

Madame

have a truly lovely home." The scaly Beast rumbled back very politely.

"Thank you, Mister Armand. By the way, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I can't help wondering about your accent?" Charity asked quite innocently.

Armand cast his unnaturally piercing eyes back towards the tiny little woman and let out a short little chuckle, though from him it sounded more like a sift going through gravel than innocuous laughter.

"It's no trouble, I know my tongue's a bit

Étrange

to a northern ear. I'm a

Cajun

you see, born and raised way down in

New'Alins

. But while I love my home, I've also enjoyed travelling all across the country, so I'm quite used to my voice sticking out in a crowd. That's, of course, besides the obvious fact that a big

Cocodril

like me tends to stand out anywhere outside the bayou." Armand said, seemingly perfectly happy to explain his accent.

"New Orleans, really? I had no idea you'd come from so far." Charity said, more than a little surprised.

"

Oui

, but it's a trip I think will be well worth the effort." The Gator practically purred back at her.

"Here's hoping!" Dillon happily agreed, letting out a small little chuckle to help break the ice. "Well, since it sounds like you've had a long ride to get here, why don't we get out of your hair-er, head. You can go ahead and unpack, get yourself comfortable, and in a couple hours Charity here will whip you up a delicious dinner."

"That's right. And anything else you need this evening, please don't hesitate to ask us." Charity added with her own brilliant smile.

For showing such hospitality, the big Gator boy flashed them another toothy grin, something that was unfortunately just naturally a little frightening. And as he kept his big eyes focusing down quite clearly on Charity, she once again felt a slight sense of concern run down her back.

"

Très bien

. It sounds like I'll be in quite good care."

*

A few hours later in the evening, Armand was graciously sitting down to the big meal Charity had prepared. The massive Alligator absolutely devoured her food with gusto, and although they were both perfectly aware of how rude it was to stare, neither Charity nor Dillon could ignore just how ravenously their guest had taken to her cooking.

"Ahhh,

Ça C'est Bon

! Your cooking is exquisite,

Madame

!" Armand energetically expressed as he polished off the last of the food he'd been offered (which was most of everything Charity had actually cooked.)

"Ha! Glad to have someone who appreciates my wife's cooking as much as I do! And she might act modest, but Charity loves the praise!" Dillon said happily, genuinely appreciating his guest's enthusiasm. "Oh, and remember. If you need anything else tonight, just ask Charity and she'll get you set up."

"I'll be sure to remember." Armand said back as he gave Dillon a bit of a chilling smile.

But Dillon either didn't notice or ignored the look, and simply stood himself up from the table. Moving over to the sink where his wife was standing, Dillon leaned in for a short kiss that Charity was happy to reciprocate.

"Thanks hun, dinner was great. Sorry I can't help clean up, but I've got a conference call I've got to make."

"No worry Dillon. Go on ahead, I'll man the fort and try not to make too much of a racket. Love you!" Charity flashed her husband a warming smile.

"Love you too babe." Dillon spoke quick before heading upstairs towards his home office.

Charity turned around back towards the sink for just a moment to continue dealing with some of the mess, but when she turned back around to grab more dishes from the table she was startled to find the big Beastman had apparently been towering right behind her back. She couldn't help letting out the tiniest 'oh!' and wound up backing her butt right against the kitchen counter.

"Thank you once again for the meal. That's the kind of home cooking I don't get too often on the road." The Alligator grumbled down at her as he gave her another unflattering smile.

"R-Right, thank you Armand. I'm just glad you so obviously enjoyed it." Charity spoke back, quickly putting on a smile though struggling not to falter after that little scare and the Reptile's generally nerve-inducing presence.

"Anyways, I was going to take care of the cleanup here, so you're free to do what you want. But like my husband said, just come find me if there's anything you need." The Hostess managed to collect herself and speak again in her professionally pleasant manner.

"That's quite kind. Thank you,

Cher

." Armand's voice seemed to drop an octave even lower, letting that last word practically drool off of his tongue.

The name had quite an odd ring to Charity's ears, but she tried to brush it off by just nervously giggling a bit. "Of course, but it's Charity actually."

Somehow, Armand's razor-toothed grin seemed to grow even wider as he matched her giggle with his own low, grating laughter.

"As you say.

Bonne Nuit... Cher

." Armand teased one last time before he too turned and started to head back towards his guest room for the night.

It was only after his bulky frame had fully disappeared from her sight that Charity let out a deep breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding, her heart beating harder than it should've had any right to. She fought to calm herself, mentally chastising herself.

'Get a grip! There's no reason I have to be this nervous around him. I mean... just because we've never hosted a Beast person before is no reason to feel intimidated. He just happens to be a really big guy with a weird accent, but that's no reason to treat him different than any other guest.'

Charity hammered those thoughts into her head. She was not going to let any natural reservation of hers ruin Armand's stay. She was going to be as good a Hostess to him as any of her other guests!

***

The Next Morning

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After seeing what type of appetite Armand was capable of last night, Charity was sure to make an even bigger breakfast, and the Gator was obviously appreciative of her efforts. Though after happily guzzling her food, Armand didn't stay long to chat and quickly disappeared back to the guest room. Not that Charity was complaining, and in fact her own husband wasn't much different, leaving for work as soon as he was done with his own meal. But a short while after Dillon had left, Charity was busy cleaning the living room when Armand approached her silently from behind again.

"

Bonjour, Cher

." The dark, simmering voice suddenly broke the silence.

Charity squealed a bit from the sudden interruption and jumped up before turning around to find the huge Cajun

Cocodril

leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, apparently just watching her clean with that toothy grin of his.

"Goddess above Armand... you really don't need to sneak up on me like that." Charity spoke, still catching her breath a bit and obviously shaken.

"

Pardon

. I didn't mean to frighten you." Armand replied, putting his hands up in an apologetic gesture.

"That's alright. I could just do without so many scares in a day is all." Charity said, friendlier now as she set aside her feather duster and turned to fully face him.

The Hostess had an easier time putting on her smile for him now, somewhat anyway, though she still had to try her damnedest to not actually let his presence disturb her. Although, when it occurred to her that it was currently just her and the Gator in this house alone, it was impossible to ignore a resurging sense of foreboding.

"So Armand, you have any plans for the day? Gonna see or do anything around town?" She spoke cordially, just trying to make polite conversation and hopefully cover up her own sense of unease.

"Not really. To tell the truth, this is really just a rest stop as I travel. There's not too much I had wanted to do... well, outside this house, anyway." Armand admitted, his eyes narrowing more and more on the frail little woman before him.

"Oh I completely understand needing to just get off the road after travelling so long. Well, as long as you're here I'll do everything I can to make your stay more comfortable." Charity replied with a polite smile.

But for some reason, this just caused another unsettling laugh to come from her guest. "I was hoping you'd say that. Because I actually did have a pretty big request, but it would really make my stay much more

agréable

."

"Of course. What can I do for you?" The Hostess innocently asked.

Before answering, Armand menacingly stalked right up towards Charity, towering high over her head and looking down right into her eyes with those almost gleaming yellow orbs of his. Now Charity was quickly losing check of the fear she'd struggled so hard to ignore. He was obviously making a point of how much smaller and weaker she was than him.

"You have been so accommodating to me since I arrived. Your home is lovely, your cooking

magnifique

..." The massive Alligator purred out in a bone-chillingly cool voice, and without a hint of hesitance he raised one of his big, scaly hands towards the woman's face. Charity could only stare wide eyed up at the behemoth while he delicately brushed along her hair with his claw.

"...But what I've really wanted to enjoy was

you

,

Mon Cher

. You're the comfort I desire."

And just as Armand's cold fingers started to caress her face, Charity finally managed to take a frightful step back. She was practically shaking in her socks, her eyes revealed the volume of terror she felt, the panic that was so close to taking over. But the Gator boy also noticed the definite blush that had crept over her face, the heightened breaths the made her chest rise and fall. Armand knew that as afraid as she might've felt, her body was receptive to his touch, just like he knew it would be.

Realizing now just how badly she'd misjudged the boldness of her guest, Charity in her panic thought the only thing to do was to try and get him out of her house immediately.

"M-Mister Armand!... T-That's an awful thing to ask!... I really think you should pack your things and lea-"

"

Madame

, did you not say you'd accept any request I made?" But Armand suddenly cut her off before she could finish, and the nonchalant way that he tried to justify himself almost fried Charity's mind with how absurd the whole scene was.

"T-That hardly means I'd agree to-"

"And is it not your duty as Hostess to ensure my stay is as pleasurable as possible?" Armand again interrupted her, his posture making it clear he didn't intend to be talked down.

"You can't actually think I would-" Charity made one last desperate plea, but the insatiable Alligator still would not allow her to reject him.

"I could see it in your eyes the moment we met. You'd do anything to make your guests happy"

Now Armand stepped towards the helpless woman again, and Charity's stance showed no will to resist him. Armand moved to within inches of her body, stopping down so he could lower his muzzle and grin triumphantly right in her face. He reached out and wrapped both his scaly paws around her slender shoulders, absolutely engulfing them, each one silently telling the other that Charity was going nowhere.

"...I'm a married woman..." Charity murmured one last time as she meekly looked down at the floor.

But Armand just put one of his deadly claws under her chin and tilted her face up, forcing her to look back into his haunting yellow eyes.

"

Oui

. But I know you're also going to be a good Hostess to your guest."

With his female completely powerless in his clutches, Armand let his massive tongue teasingly spill out past his teeth, seeing the fear spark again in Charity's eyes before he slipped it down into her mouth. But the trapped wife made no attempt to resist the inhuman, adulterous kiss, only made small little muffled grunts of submission as the writhing, Reptilian tongue filled and squirmed around her mouth.

Armand broke the kiss, wrenching his rugged tongue from Charity's lips and looking quite pleased at her flushed face while she struggled to compose herself.

"You taste just as

exquis

as I imagined."

The Cajun

Cocodril

growled down over his submissive Hostess as his monstrous paws started to roam down over her body. Charity squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the big, leathery hands grope all across her. But despite trying to tell herself she should feel disgusted, she wasn't able to hide the little sighs and groans she couldn't help making as the Gator's paws wrapped around her breasts and dug into her ass. As Armand encircled her in his massive arms she almost couldn't believe how small she felt in them.

"You're so very lovely,

Cher

, and so very soft as well."

Charity felt the Gator's claws trailing away from her more sensitive regions to her waist, where they easily slipped under the fabric of her shirt and started to pull it up. Charity couldn't keep her eyes closed any more and looked back up into Armand's face, just trying to silently plead with her captor as she really started to realize that this was happening. But seeing her worried expression, Armand simply blew a gentle 'shhh' down across her nose.

"You have nothing to worry about,

Mon Cher

. I fully intend to make sure you enjoy this every bit as much as I will."

Charity still trembled and stared up at the Alligator in quiet desperation, but Armand had fully coerced her body into passive cooperation. He hummed a sinister little happy tune to himself as he slowly stripped away her clothing piece by piece, taking his time and making sure Charity understood that she was the one allowing him to do this.

Once he'd finally stripped his Hostess completely naked Armand took a fraction of a step back, just enough that he could run his eyes all over her body, despite Charity's half-hearted attempt to cover herself. More than satisfied with the female he was about to have for himself, Armand grinned malevolently at the woman as he pulled his own shirt over his heat, showing off his broad, muscular green chest.

Armand didn't let his touch linger another second, and stepped back up to put his arms around Charity's back. The woman was completely submissive, allowing the Beast to gently guide her down onto the carpet. She lay there on her back, staring straight up into the gruesome visage of the Gator as he pinned her down from above.

Armand leaned back onto his knees, situated right between Charity's legs as he wrapped his thick fingers around her thighs and forced her to spread herself wide open for him. Charity couldn't' stand the embarrassment of being exposed like this, so she turned her face to the side, not willing to look at the sin she was about to commit.

But Armand wasn't insulted, just continued to let out low growls as he undid his pants and finally readied himself to mate with his beautiful Hostess. He let his length drop across the girl's belly, making her look even smaller in comparison to his savage body.

Charity snapped her face as the shock of his apparent size hit her, just as the vicious Reptile had pulled himself back and was pressing the head of his cock right up against her entrance. The Hostess had to gape in open terror as she saw the unimaginably monstrous size and inhumanly grotesque appearance of his Crocodilian cock. Charity had thought she'd been afraid before, but now she was really fearing for her life; Armand was going to rip her in half if he tried to force that thing inside of her! Desperate beyond all measure, Charity made one last panicked attempt to plead with the ravenous Beast.